His crazed expression faded away. His eyes, so angry and accusing, changed to one of confusion, shock, and sudden realization.
There was no grail. There was nothing. Nothing but his own insanity and his own sins.
"..No..."
He went limp, his eyes wide and staring as he just collapsed. He didn't care if anyone held him up or let him flop to the ground. He would of preferred smashing his head anyway.
"...What have I done "His voice ended on a choked sob, tears prickling at his eyes.
He had hurt them. He had hurt them. He had hurt them This though churned it's way into his mind and he just let the tears fall. Gult and shame torn at his heart, and he just closed his eyes in anguish.
Could he ever apologize for what he had done? No, no he could not.
HP: 45
[ Looks like Mordred ]
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My character's name: Jason Kenneth Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall guy wearing a black coat under simple dark pants and a white shirt, coupled with black leather boots. Has blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a short pony tail Rank of character knight.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 10:37 pm
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Oh. That had hurt. That had hurt a lot.
Eyes screwed tightly closed against the pain, Johan was oblivious to the rather dramatic change everyone within the corridor had gone through. He still hung doggedly onto the mad Knight, though his grip had loosened somewhat from the shock of the attack. This man wasn't losing consciousness nearly fast enough to suit Johan's needs. He could feel blood dripping down his torso from the wound the man had given him, taking precious energy with it.
When the man began thrashing wildly, the fear of what might happen if he got loose prompted a sudden adrenalin-fueled attempt to kick in the back of the man's knee. He had a vague hope of bearing the man to the ground and holding him there.
Johan was incredibly grateful when, against all odds, it seemed to work. He fell atop the Knight heavily, crying out as the impact jarred his injuries. When the haze of pain had dimmed enough for him to think, Johan realized the man was too quiet. And then he heard the sobbing.
"Oh thank the light." he exclaimed, releasing his arm and rolling off the man to flop on the ground beside him. Maybe he could just rest here for a moment...
Wait. Why were there a bunch of Mordreds?
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[Johan's HP: 40/50] [Illusion strength: 3/10]
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My character's name: Johan Klarstein Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim and of middling height, Johan is about as pale as they come. White-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. His emotions tend to range from mildly annoyed to full-on grump mode. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 10:54 pm
There is just one butterfly at first. And then two, and then the corridor drowns in glowing red.
As the butterflies pass by each knight, the illusion fades. Mordred's illusion fades. In the middle of the swarm of red butterflies is a black swallow. It flies around erratically, trying to escape the swarm. Upon being surrounded its shape shifts to an angry serpent lashing outwards and then to a black feline attempting to swat the butterflies away. Nothing works.
The red overwhelms the black, and both colours trickle away It is silent, but only for a moment.
"Knights! This way! The corridors are collapsing." You don't know how Lancelot made it back, but the urgency in his tone is clear. You follow him outside.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 10:58 pm
"Yes, sir!" Estel had never been so happy to see anyone in her life. That she could remember.
[ Estel - EXIT ]
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My character's name: Estel Herald Character's journal link:Here. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Short black hair. Violet eyes. Petite, delicate-looking. Sixteen years old. Dressed in monochrome colors - black cloak, black-and-white dress, white apron. Crescent pin in her hair. Rank of character: Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 50/100
Johan and Yuki had taken care of subduing Jason until he was clear minded again, but that did not change what had just happened. She wouldn't hold Jason accountable for any of his actions, but she needed a chance to come to terms with the way her skin felt like it was on fire, and her mind clouded with spurts of anger over Mordred's deceptions and trickery. It was too much to bear.
Lancelot's voice made her look up, just in time to let out a painful, shuddering breath. She wasn't getting over this. It distracted her so much, she started to run, forgetting to check the boys to make sure they behind. She just felt so.. wrong..
[exit]
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My character's name: Riley Illithadian Character's journal link:ok BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, slender, graceful, and entirely obsessed with purity; Riley was raised from birth as a priestess of the light, and continues to follow the values and practices of her stringent sisterhood. She is always prepared with a ritual or a prayer to help purify anything necessary, especially the air and water surrounding them, or the earth beneath their feet. She does not like being touched, or looked at for very long, nor will she meet the gaze of a passerby for longer than is absolutely necessary. She is meek, humble, and completely unprepared for what lies ahead of her. Physical Description:CLICK HERE She wears an unadorned white medieval dress, and a belt of large, extremely heavy prayer beads as a constant burden to remind her of her duty. Her face is partially covered by a modesty veil, which hangs at the lower half of her face. Her eyes are grey, and her hair is black, with only the top layer matted into tight dreadlocks using beeswax - these are carefully wrapped and braided with purple and white ribbons. See this picture for an example of this hairstyle. Intricate filigree of some metal slips in and out of the top of her hair, weaving upward into delicate designs created with special religious significance in mind. Rank of character knight
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 11:11 pm
As soon as he'd seen them, the illusion wavered and disappeared. A truly bizarre vision followed in its place. Johan watched at the small black figure struggled against the wave of butterflies, and was overwhelmed.
The arrival of Lancelot was a glad tiding indeed! Johan groaned as he rose to his feet, one hand pressed over the sword wound. He looked down at the man he'd been strangling a few moments earlier. It was a temptation to leave him, but seeing Lancelot reminded Johan of his vows as a White Knight. Whatever madness had taken hold of Jason, it was gone now. Johan leaned down to help him to his feet.
"We need to go."
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My character's name: Johan Klarstein Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim and of middling height, Johan is about as pale as they come. White-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. His emotions tend to range from mildly annoyed to full-on grump mode. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 11:26 pm
Everything happened so fast.
The moment that the rage in Jason's eyes faded and realization seemed to come over him, Yuki was quick to release his grasp. He barely stepped back in time to miss both of them bringing him down with them, as Johan took an understandable opportunity to take Jason down. Yuki was going to his knees, putting away his tonfa and offering to help each of them up.
"It's over. He's fine. Jason... Jason just breathe." Yuki was concerned for Johan, trying to get a look at him, inspect the damage done.
A red butterfly flew within his line of vision and he blinked, looking up from the task to see another. And he had no idea where they were all suddenly coming from.
He witnessed the illusion vanish from Jason and Johan, relieved. It was one thing off the list of worries and wrong things...
Yuki hadn't witnessed the shapeshifting creature amongst the butterflies. "Can you stand?" he was asking Johan. "Hold onto me if you have to." And the knight would shoulder him if it was needed. He was ready to drag Jason if he had to.
Especially when a voice was calling to them from the end of the corridor.
The how, why or even possible danger of Lancelot's sudden appearance didn't matter. Just that he was hopefully really there and guiding them to safety. "Let's go!" Yuki urged, looking toward the direction they needed to be running and seeking to keep up with Riley who was running ahead.
[Exit]
(Please feel free to assume he helped lift/guide if Jason or Johan would have required it, if you would like.)
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My character's name: Yuki Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here; without pointed ears. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 30/100
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 11:28 pm
Noemi was quick to pull Milo out, especially after the whole stabbing part.
She pulled the other knight and got the hell out of there.
Milo did not object with being pulled out of there. Ow, his side hurt verily. It was annoying. But at least they could find some place safe now, right?
Oh, who was he kidding?
[exit]
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 11:34 pm
[Rei Enters!] As he entered the third corridor for escaping the green-eyed shadow, he can see something---butterfly? No, it's those red ones---
At first there's just one, but few moments later they came like waves-or a hurricane even, swallowing the corridor behind him. Something black was in the middle of all that- a swallow? No, serpent? Cat?
Either way, it lasted but just a moment before all things crumbles into red.
The world around him are tainted in glowing red, deep like ruby---
"KNIGHTS! THIS WAY!"
The one who broke his trance was none other than one of the Camelot's Great Knight, LANCELOT.
"I WAS SEARCHING FOR YOU---SIR!" He yelped and quickly followed the voice OUT.
[Exit!]
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My character's name: Reith Oberyn Character's journal link:Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like Avi due TekTek being dead. Rank of character Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 32/100
Jason could still stand, but weather he wanted to or not was another thing. All he could see was Riley's retreating form, and he it was because of him. He wouldn't be able to look her in the eye ever again.
But he was being pulled to his feet, Yuki and Johan helping up, and reluctantly he followed them and Sir Lancelot.
[Exit]
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My character's name: Jason Kenneth Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall guy wearing a black coat under simple dark pants and a white shirt, coupled with black leather boots. Has blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a short pony tail Rank of character knight.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 10:40 am
The fighting had been just on the edge of drawing Ollie in -- even if he didn't quite understand the dispute -- because of the simple urge to do something, to make himself useful in some way. Ollie wasn't much for standing around and watching, or waiting for orders. He would rather dive in head first and deal with the consequences later, and his interactions with Lancelot hardly had any effect on that. He wasn't shamed or changed.
Maybe he never would be. Eternal teenager, overly eager.
Before he could make any serious mistakes, though, there was a change in the air: a swarm of the glowing red butterflies that had littered their weapons in the Corridor of Fire, that had served as some kind of omen of danger. Ollie braced himself, weapon clutched more tightly in hand now that he had a target in place, adjusting his posture to swing at them --
And, as they passed, he took his own shape again, dark hard around a pale blade. The knights around him were no longer Mordred, either, but people he knew tangentially or didn't know at all, who he'd seen or didn't recognize at all. It surprised him into stillness for a very long moment, lowering his weapon again and pulling eyebrows together in puzzlement, watching as the swallow in the heart of the swamp fought and shifted and was, eventually, swallowed by a red glow that faded after.
He was still blinking dazzling light from his eyes when Lancelot's voice echoed down the hall, and just the edge behind his tone made Ollie tense. Maybe he wanted to disobey out of sheer dislike, but the threat of a collapsing corridor was enough to make him sigh and drive him into action. He twisted on his heel and ran with the rest of them.
[ EXIT OLLIE ]
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My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast. Rank of character Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 10/100 Word Count: 610
Mordred's body had crumpled in a most satisfying way, and Wrath had been feeling quite pleased with himself for all of five seconds before the illusion shimmered and shifted, revealing instead that he had downed somebody who was most definitely not Mordred.
And he was definitely not alive either.
"No." Wrath hissed, taking a step back, his sword arm dropping limp to his side, his mouth gawking open, his eyes widening. He had...He had just killed..somebody completely innocent.
But the illusion didn't stop there. All around him, more Mordred's, everywhere, everyone. He didn't see Na'ima anymore, he couldn't, and it felt like he was going completely out of his mind as his head swiveled back and forth and all he could see was Mordred, Mordred, Mordred.
He backed up until he hit his wall, his eyes closing, opening again, closing. The heel of his hand came up to rub at his eyes and he let out a low moan. Was this sime kind of curse? Had the violet serpent now cursed him for dealing the final blow on the...not Mordred? His head hurt, this was too much. Just too much.
And then, when he opened his eyes again, just to see if things had possibly changed....they had! Butterflies, Morgana, he assumed, and a black shape that changed and changed and could not have been anybody but Mordred. Around him, the faces had changed, back to their original selves. Na'ima was there. Everything was okay. He had done what he was supposed to. He----
A voice, cutting through the din. Lancelot, warning them, calling to them.
Wrath acted on sheer instinct, grabbing for Na'ima's hand with his free one and pulling her along with him to what was, hopefully, for a time at least, safety.
[EXIT!]
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[b]My character's name:[/b] Wrath (Rathsvith is full name but does not go by this ever) [b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688757]here![/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:[/b] Long dark hair often pulled partially or fully back, dark beard, dark tanned skin, brown eyes, very tall and very muscular (think viking like) [url=http://a2.cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/27/68/252069e86827_flip.png?t=1430879942_6.00_01] avvy ref![/url] [b]Rank of character[/b]Knight
